Faulkner Street

(альбом: Trouble In Mind - 2008)

The record player's scratching out an old and dusty tune
On the front porch, on a Sunday, on an Arky afternoon
We were lying 'round like gypsies, thinking 'bout going to town
And Jimmy's drinking whiskey straight and lying in the shade
Jamie's dancing round the kitchen with a glass of lemonade
Looking like an angel who's never gonna touch the ground

Trouble in mind
How'd we ever lose that time?
Living for the best
Leaving all the rest behind

Now them boys from Morgan County, there a coming out tonight
With country on the radio and trouble in there eyes
They come walking up the driveway, singing 'bout the night before
And we'll head up to the mountain, pick-up trucks and old guitars
We'll all smoke marijuana as we look up at the stars
Raising hell for hours, until we can't take any more

Trouble in mind
How'd we ever lose that time?
Living for the best
Leaving all the rest behind

Now there's a picture on the mantle top, filled with old regrets
There are times I can't remember and things I won't forget
I'd call you up and tell you, but baby, we've been gone too long
That porch is just a memory and the record player's broke
The hills have gone to houses and Jimmy's gone to smoke
But I'd do the whole thing over, darling just to hear that song